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Originally Posted by M T McGuire
I hear you all, but I still think there is luck involved, the kind of luck I simply don't have. I want to tell a story, I want to tell it well and for people to like it - and for the first time in 20 years of trying to do that I know I've cracked it with this one. Fashion and time are also against me, the bubble for fantasy must be about to burst, I'd rather do the same amount of marketing a publishing house would expect me to do for more of the profits...
I'm going viral and I'll take it from there.
Cheers
MTM
Oh yeh and PS, I'm rubbish at poker
Oh and PPS, they did get a code book but I'm not sure it was the full monty was it? My knowledge is sketchy but I thought they broke the code and the captured stuff just cut the decoding times by giving them the settings... could be talking bollocks though... I usually do ;-)
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I do believe there is luck involved. The luck to buy the right industry fathead a drink at the bar (I haven't met one who isn't a lush or a drug addict or who hasn't got the sexual sophistication of a goat). The luck of being related to another fathead at the publishing company. The luck to already be a bankable celebrity who will be given a literary contract no questions asked by another fathead who smells money. Merit has f**k all to do with the modern publishing industry, anybody who tells you that is either lying, deluded or trying to sell you something.
The industry (laughable as that identifier may be) is a special collection of special people who just happen to be located in London, New York and Paris. It's a club, a rich and powerful elite that you have to pass a initiation to be accepted into. No paddling or the toasting of crumpets upon ones arse, but it boils down to the same thing. You're going to have to bend over and take one for the team, old boy, if you want to be in the club. And then you'll get your special secret decoder ring, your own key to the bathroom, and some vaseline for the chafing.
Or you know, the author can start to redress the inequity in the system. He or she may realise that - HOLY F**K MONKEYS! I'M THE TALENT HERE. THEY'RE THE ONES WHO NEED
ME!
*Brought to you by someone who has his popcorn ready for when the whole mess collapses in on itself.*